Adrian Blackwood

Boston also screeched, startled, and hit the ground with a scrabble of claws as he dashed away. Adrian, also startled, flung the quilt he'd been working on over Lydia.

...Out of deference to her modesty and not as a startle reflex, honest. Definitely the modesty thing.

A second later, his brain caught up with the rest of him. "Lydia!" he said, clapping his hands over his eyes and shifting position. "I didn't see anything and I'm currently sitting with my back to you and my eyes covered."